It's all the same

Given a look at society, at the environment, at the whole world, we see how we are just a part that fits in a whole. There is no distinction, we are all "things" in this existence. At the end, we're all the same, it's all the same. In this piece I tried to portray this abstract conclusion, the execution wasn't the best but it captured the essence of the idea.

Fabric

One of the things that has always amazed me is how people give that softness to fabrics. Since this was an area I was challenged in, I gave it a try. This is what turned out.

Surreal

Why are you the one that drives me insane? How can you do it? Scratch that. I know how, i just don't know why.  The problem has always been why, the why has always been my disbelief. I still cannot understand why me, why you, why us? It doesn't matter how much explaining you and I have tried to do, it simply seems unreal. Unreal because you make me feel full inside, because I want to make you feel that way too, because it feels as if we just match. It feels so unreal yet it is so real: you do say and write those words that I long to hear. This confusion, this misunderstandment is real, what only leads me to seek a way to understand and describe the situation. At the beginning I said a word, a word that keeps its total validity in all this confusion, moreover, it defines it. All this just keeps feeling surreal.

Questions

Why are things the way they are? Why are we supposed to smile in pictures? Why are supposed to say our feelings? Why are we supposed to have feelings? Why do we enjoy? Why do we dislike? Why are we supposed to believe? Why do we care about society? Why are we shaped the way we are? Why are we influenced? Why are you strong? Why are you weak? Why do we function as a species? What is the purpose of the existence of our species? What is my purpose?

Desperate Try at Poetry

A page from my sketchbook trying to describe a moment. A little poetry in spanish:

Y si te quiero? 

Y si te extraño?

Y si todavía te amo?

Y si tu ya no estas?

Y si tu no te me vas?

Y si yo no soy capaz?

Y si quiero un abrazo?

Y si quiero tu bacio?

Y si ya no es el caso?

Y si te quiero?

Y si te extraño?

Y si todavía te amo?

Con la tuya esta mi mano?

Sunday Morning, Rain is Falling

Sunday morning, rain was falling and I was urging to show how beautiful things can be even in dark weather.

Figure Drawing

Beginning

The beginning, first blog. Here I'll be posting my thoughts and work to the world, hope you enjoy.